Maria Ressa Novels & Stories

She was beautiful, petite and i noticed the little bump on her tummy, but i could tell she was stressed and like she had a lot on her mind. "oooh!!! this must be Maria, she's sooo beautiful" i thought She looked confused and i guess she's wondering who I am "I'm Kesha Adams " I said stretching my hands for a handshake "I'm Maria, nice to meet you Ms Adams " she replied "I've heard so much about you and it seems like I know you already. Kesha please, just call me Kesha, You're actually prettier in person" I said watching her reaction "Thanks you're pretty too, have you seen me before" Maria replied

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

She begged in a beseeching way making her mother sigh and took her granddaughter in her arms. Dr. Mariya Ishaq is a woman from Maiduguri who has been passionate about helping people and saving lives. When she got married to Bushra Amani's father an equally passionate and hardworking man, she got to fulfill her dreams. She wasn't allowed to go to university as hands are pointing at any woman who goes to university unmarried so she prayed to Allah to give her an equally determined husband who will let her continue going as some of her friends didn't get to because of their husbands.

“I knew you would say this.” Chiara smiled. “We even booked your tickets.” “You did?” “And don’t worry about the meetings. We’ll handle it,” Enrique said. “She needs you.” Damn right. Sheila poked her head inside. “Sir, your cab is ready.” “I owe you, brother.” I slapped his shoulder before rushing outside. I’m coming, Arianna. *** “Would you like a drink?” the flight attendant asked. “No, thank you.” I focused on the news on my phone. The flight offered wi-fi. Now that I had all the news one fingertip away, I couldn’t stop scrolling through, assessing the damage. Isabela would pay for this.

MARIA ALONSO – SURVIVOR – WORLD 3 ENTRY. My chest constricted. Maria. The older woman who’d bandaged Jax’s arm in World Two. Who’d shared half her ration bar with me without comment. Who’d sat at the back of the bus and told stories about the kids she’d left behind, even knowing none of us might see any of ours again. She was tough. Resourceful. Not a duelist. The crowd made a curious little noise, like predators scenting an unfamiliar prey animal. Maria’s face—lined, tired, stubbornly alive—flashed on the big screen. Her eyes went wide as she realized what her selection meant. Her hand flew to the small pendant at her throat, clinging as if it could ward off code.

I said not wanting him to talk about the moment I was revived back. "Is it about the kiss the Media are talking about"... O God does he necessarily have to bring that up and now, I am nervous. "Pls don't bring that up" I said. "Don't worry.. I will clear the air on the Internet about what happened now" He said, bringing out his phone. "I don't want them so see you" He said and shifted a bit. "Hello citizens of America, the video is true but it was compromised by being cut. The lady who goes by the name Mara was pushed by someone into the sea. I rescued her and revive her of the water she drank and she came back to life" Damon said and end the live video

A slight smile of safety appeared on her lips, but it faded away when she noticed something. She squinted her eyes. “What happened to your...” Zarina gasped, pointing at Maria’s neck. Maria stiffened and touched her neck with her fingers. “Nothing,” she replied, turning around to conceal Vector’s handprints she wasn’t aware of. Zarina was overwhelmed with guilt as she realized that people were getting hurt because of her. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks, as she ran her hands through her hair. The man who tried to save her the night she was kidnapped ended up dead, and now Maria, who tried to help her, was hurt. Zarina’s voice cracked as she spoke.

"What conclusion?" "That the only way to truly win is to stop playing by any rules at all." Marcus's expression was grave. "Your wife is pregnant, traumatized, and locked in maximum security after starting a prison riot. Whatever person she was before all this started that person's gone. What's left is something new. Something dangerous." "She's still Marissa." "Is she? Because the woman who started that riot, who broke three guards without hesitation, who accepted solitary confinement as strategy that's not a billionaire heiress anymore. That's a survivor. A predator. Maybe even a monster."

The door opened, and Tyrese entered, placing a folder on the desk. “I’ve got the background check you requested,” Tyrese said, placing the folder neatly on the desk. Mr. Creed picked up a photo of a smiling woman standing next to another woman who resembled a younger version of Madam Maria. “That’s Jessica Barlow, Madam Maria’s younger sister,” Tyrese said, watching for a reaction. Mr. Creed nodded. He picked up another photo of Jessica in a white dress. “This is her?” Mr. Creed asked. Tyrese replied, “Yes. She died in a fire 21 years ago, hours after being in critical care.”

Colourful mats were arranged on the floor. “You must be the woman who was found at the river!” Maria turned to see a young girl, sixteen years perhaps, bright-eyed and carrying a basket of wildflowers. “I'm Kelin,” she said with a smile. “I know everyone around here, and you were just different.” Maria responded with a small smile. “I suppose I am.” “Everyone has been talking about you. You're prettier than they said. Mother says it's a miracle that you survived.” “Really?”